[Darkmane]

It seemed like an age had passed, since Darkmane had arrived in Drokkburg. He felt at home here, it´s grand buildings and winding, cobblestone streets had a comfortable familiarity about them. While he enjoyed his new life as a tailor in Drokkburg, with a room at the inn and a job down in the harbor, he felt that a part of him was missing. Since the night on the ship, nightmares no longer plagued his sleep, but there was always a deep emptiness he couldn´t shake.

The sun is slowly setting over the city, bathing the streets in red, as Darkmane takes a walk out past the walls, his mind wrapped in thought. He thinks about the life he has here, the dreams that would wake him from his sleep and his strange arrival in Evervale. Oblivious to the world around him, his feet carrying him down the track and further from the city.